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Poetry To Help When Writing a Book. Top Story - August 2026.
Author's Note: Who said, "I Write Haiku's to begin my book. And it speaks to what my book is about. It helps me when editing!" I really don't remember who said this, and does it really matter? I tried writing some haikus about my book. It did help with my editing.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a month ago in Poets
The Château Of My Love
Yes please enter waltz frolic in the hall of my great château, your beauty and bright mind rivaling its most intricate detail Entwined at the warmth of the foyer, safe, intimate, nesting, taking flight, thriving, and so certain of Love Love Love.. Time passing, a shift in the glow, the embrace, somewhat forceful; You are mine and mine only, I wish for your voice alone! Your voice alone to echo through the halls and corridors, the attium, the inner garden. And in the throne room, you shall dance for my delight, for my eyes only These walls, keeping you safe This bridge, keeping invaders away This dungeon, the heart of the chateau, holding you, holding you, my dear, precious dear, for my delight. Your friends deserve of no such beauty and luxury, for they are unworthy. Your family has other duties, why bother them with visits and other wastes of time? You don't even need to go outside; all is provided in here, in this perfect place, in the château of my love. Yet in his satisfied smile, in his self-centered all importance, a shatter, and the veil lifts for a second;
By YonathanJ - Writerabout a month ago in Poets
The Melancholy of Fall Leaves
The melancholy of autumn leaves is palpable everywhere you go—the natural carpet whispers: “I am already here,” revealing its name to those who tread upon it; it sings a song of thousands of walks each year; at every moment as we experience this melancholic autumn, the spirit and its awakening from the deepest recesses of our inner being move higher and deeper each day, yet this does not disrupt the synchronicity with the overwhelming power of everything, which draws from the environment in which we currently live—this depth and intensity of existence can be beautiful, joyful, and exhausting—therefore, thoughts must remain in the transparency of existence, above earthly egos that offer no answers or solutions to the greatest tasks, questions, and struggles of the being in the now just touch the moment make it free and open in everywhere and take your mind above the murky sphere
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a month ago in Poets
New cells
New cells they should smile when You are in a new place instead they are still processing what have you went through from past present and the now and the ongoing turmoil that you havent choose in your life and the ongoing rage that you havent choose in your life and the ongoing harm from all the narcissistic psychopathic and sociopathic tongues and their attacks during ghostly month it even gets more and more stuck for highly sensitive souls who process or need time to process things and people and all around who can not just feel but they truly live another human life which is enough to handle in additional baggage but where it all lead it leads to the entire hard work and healing it leads to discoveries of the unknown and entirely being in another kind of discovered spaces and worlds the pain arrives when you are confronted with some of the human land mind and you cant get out feeling forever stuck in their painful mind harmful mind anger mind often its too much at once so the only way is to be wiser even if things are unbearable over and over again even if people behaviour are unbearable even if you are constantly getting sick or in pain as of them keep on trying to make it through survive a day or two often the universe and phases of the moon are not making it any better but in the whole picture the moon still is trying to help the stars especially the good ones are always in the offer of a new hope new vision new health opportunities to take
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a month ago in Poets
Husk
You swept into my life And stole all my nights That bled into years My greatest of fears Animated within A soulless husk Frankenstein At least Left his monster with a mob Where by the end Even our passion was an act Until you finally Blessedly Evaporated Leaving me alone with A blood-drained heart And a wine-stained bed
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Poets
